I didn't post yesterday because I was too sick, sore and exhausted. We walked about ten and a half miles over rough ground, lots of climbing, mud, rocks, uneven ground. With my fused heel, I was always cautioned to avoid uneven ground. But all I had read about the Camino made it seem more like gravel trails and roads. The effort of day one also made me lose the fight I was successfully winning to keep my cold at bay. Now it is the worst cold I've ever had, complete with cough, aches, earaches, etc. I'm going through a personal size pack of tissues every few minutes. We did visit a doctor to be sure it was just a cold. I'm miserable, crying, regretting the whole thing. We're in a lodge tonight and a group from many countries is at the next table, drinking, laughing, being loud. I thought that would be us. I'm just not getting this. Joe, as a Catholic with a very different theology, said he could just offer suffering to God. But that's not my theology. I don't think God wants us to suffer or gets anything out of it.